Beautiful is the sea of youth. Brushed by the wind, and Colored with a harmony of many hues. Its white skirt of foam breaks and flows, Over and over, unconcerned and indifferent. Faces reflect this bright, snow-white beauty, And solemn pledges are quickly made. Only later finding, in the sorrow of middle age, It was the sorcery of the sea, The song of the sirens.
Middle age The sea is An income, a hobby, a vacation spot. A full day's catch, brought home to the wife. Rounds of toasts made over fresh seafood dinners. Day by day, year by year, Far from the sea of romance.
The years keep passing, One gradually fears to face alone The setting sun over the sea's edge. The sea has lost none of its beauty. Generation after generation, ebb and flow, Never aging, always youthful, Knowing its place, In the cycle of transmigration.
[Picture Caption]
"Taitung Children at Play" by Huang Kuang-hsiang
"Mashakou" by Liu Huan-yue
"Peimen" by Liu Huan-yue
"Tamsui Ferry" by Shen Yi
"Ch'ingwashih Bay" by Liang Cheng-chu
"The Pescadores" by Chang Chao-t'ang
"The North Coast" by Chung Yung-ho
"Mashakou" by Liu Huan-yue.
"Peimen" by Liu Huan-yue.
"Tamsui Ferry" by Shen Yi.
"Ch'ingwashih Bay" by Liang Cheng-chu.
"The Pescadores" by Chang Chao-t'ang.
"The North Coast" by Chung Yung-ho.